The trouble with this time in time

The trouble with this time in time
is that the signposts are awry,
or that they are laboriously
scribbled out, or spat upon.


(So here we are — That’s God, I think.
No, no, you fool — that’s natural law.)


(So through the mists the world is fairy.
No, you child — that’s poison.)


(But, Lord, the curve, the tint, the reach, is
beautiful — it surely Means —
No, poet — all perspective.)


If I could wash the signs clean,
Could I find the way?